tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696667457293515222024-02-18T17:44:23.550-08:00FonzipanI like the internet.Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.comBlogger390125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-38766035769680378272012-02-22T13:12:00.000-08:002012-02-22T13:18:03.711-08:00A Solid Reason to Keep Your Phone on Silent***<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauzGQhDPvl218iHXUW6ARCezezNz047LvxkrnMQ7RL95t_r660h0mKT7nRxPw50Tk5xjsw92c95LnMZrQRd9SAkiGhziiOTnJiZt0lbzrGIftvDHwkPnZpMPz4xMhkIRvbimWsR8DOH6Y/s1600/cta.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" lda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauzGQhDPvl218iHXUW6ARCezezNz047LvxkrnMQ7RL95t_r660h0mKT7nRxPw50Tk5xjsw92c95LnMZrQRd9SAkiGhziiOTnJiZt0lbzrGIftvDHwkPnZpMPz4xMhkIRvbimWsR8DOH6Y/s320/cta.bmp" width="213" /></a></div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
I am a fiend for Missed Connections. They're a little romantic, plenty wistful, and the idea that you can have one of those brief little crushes that make your day makes mine. I've spent a considerable amount of time on public transportation in my life. During that captive time on a train and/or a bus it's pretty easy to develop a crush on your co-riders. It's not about who that person really is, but rather the story you create around that person. "He's carrying canvases! I wonder if he's an artist." "He's wearing absolutely ridiculous mittens! <strong><em>He would wear my craftsssssssss</em></strong>!"</div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
<br /></div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
Which is why I love <a href="http://www.ctacrush.com/">CTACrush.com</a>. Much like Missed Connections, it's romantic, wistful, and more than a little creepy. It's all guys right now, which, you know. Takes away that "Maybe I'll be on here!!" moment. It's cool though. For know I'll live for the day that I can say "I know that guy!!"</div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
</div>
<br />
Looking through the vast diversity of the posted Transit Crushes, it also proves to me that there really is someone for everyone... we just may not know it. So the next time you're on the El, enjoy the possibility that it may not just be the homeless guy not wearing any pants that thinks you're dreamy. <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">***You know. so they can't hear the photo sound when you surreptitiously take their picture while pretending to text someone. Also, you're on public transportation. Be respectful and shit. No one wants to hear your fart ringtone.</span></div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-91781778770565892012012-02-22T09:49:00.000-08:002012-02-22T13:24:11.180-08:00It's a Vagina, Right?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/367168" title="Floral Skull by lisa_godfrey on Spoonflower - custom fabric"><img alt="Floral Skull" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/spoonflower/public/design_thumbnails/0036/7168/floralskullspoonflower150res_shop_preview.png" /></a><br />
<br />
So I was on Spoonflower today looking for skull fabrics... and I came across this design by <a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/profiles/lisa_godfrey">lisa_godfrey</a>. Don't get me wrong, she has some talent. But this is ladyparts, right? I can't tell if I'm having a Freudian flashback to all of the Georgia O'Keeffe prints in every single therapist's office I've been in, or if this is intentional.<br />
<br />
Also, good god, do I love <a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/">Spoonflower</a>. I've been on it for a couple of years now- it's a website that allows you to upload your own design and print it on a fabric. It even allows you to edit your image (colors, repeat on the fabric, etc), which is nice if you're like me and don't have Corel or Photoshop and the like. <br />
<br />
There are some incredibly talented designers on there, creating individual designs and using this website as an opportunity to showcase their skill. Much like Zazzle, a designer is able to post their fabrics for sale, and earn a commission on each purchase. I genuinely hope some previously unknown designers are getting some traction.<br />
<br />
Then there are people like me. People who particularly enjoy the ability to break copyright law all over the place to make one of a kind fabric. I'm not selling it though, so I think I'm in the clear. I JUST WANT TO MAKE A DR HORRIBLE QUILT IS THAT SO WRONG<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.spoonflower.com/explore/318653" title="drhorrible-light blue by delebririth on Spoonflower - custom fabric"><img alt="drhorrible-light blue" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/spoonflower/public/design_thumbnails/0031/8653/drhorrible_shop_preview.png" /></a></div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-4386611722816023252012-02-14T13:31:00.000-08:002012-02-14T13:31:16.030-08:00Happy Lupercalia!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Ori-Q0Am567111EAH6hU7pBHuiQw2d9joRHvIHOpO2mx8r082wufn8-LgEoymVRpDPQf34G0gXQW0DElwlZ01ylovXLXoFoIGv6nWd2-XPb5dPuhWe7EPQWskvev0Tdn4v5PYei1MQ01/s1600/woot2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Ori-Q0Am567111EAH6hU7pBHuiQw2d9joRHvIHOpO2mx8r082wufn8-LgEoymVRpDPQf34G0gXQW0DElwlZ01ylovXLXoFoIGv6nWd2-XPb5dPuhWe7EPQWskvev0Tdn4v5PYei1MQ01/s320/woot2.bmp" width="240" yda="true" /></a></div>
I have a terrible track record with Valentine's Day. I don't hate it, but you know, I roll solo. And bitter things are funny. So, as we do each year, let's celebrate with <a href="http://woot.com/">Woot.com</a>!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFzAbtPmkOiKgm3QcmLqZtCmdkdUGj5sFWjdbg-sSSdMj8dWngy-Blo3vhMPgKY7mSrQAivk6VKyqtB3i-Hcwk8OjR-7xpIMV4bHYlzg3T90cJE1_lbROM_x0kYrzCf__5c41D1FF3JbAn/s1600/woot1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFzAbtPmkOiKgm3QcmLqZtCmdkdUGj5sFWjdbg-sSSdMj8dWngy-Blo3vhMPgKY7mSrQAivk6VKyqtB3i-Hcwk8OjR-7xpIMV4bHYlzg3T90cJE1_lbROM_x0kYrzCf__5c41D1FF3JbAn/s320/woot1.bmp" width="240" yda="true" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VMrOhfBat-iDgsYeKO0ZhZQDlJiNdGQHn1RA7uz8PVvxFztUa32djCKePAK3PFLT4_qnpIPNVROVQzxV8HgPF0gyRMO9vYKQjovIgll4NS3pQIH7m7Jb9SC1l__PzWT9ewhuDRRM0Iw3/s1600/woot3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VMrOhfBat-iDgsYeKO0ZhZQDlJiNdGQHn1RA7uz8PVvxFztUa32djCKePAK3PFLT4_qnpIPNVROVQzxV8HgPF0gyRMO9vYKQjovIgll4NS3pQIH7m7Jb9SC1l__PzWT9ewhuDRRM0Iw3/s320/woot3.bmp" width="240" yda="true" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihf4_zVmm9RmeVUJncmaIY_b8E_b38XhyQuSAiX4ghWhg7lVdQV3Qhzco1xbZM9UtBQXR7SNmnoqgLloL4mvJrVj7hSnaSYdC0i9SVYtAofvXOSgckDQpwXui-i48RVsw7d1O_JICCNnNt/s1600/woot4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihf4_zVmm9RmeVUJncmaIY_b8E_b38XhyQuSAiX4ghWhg7lVdQV3Qhzco1xbZM9UtBQXR7SNmnoqgLloL4mvJrVj7hSnaSYdC0i9SVYtAofvXOSgckDQpwXui-i48RVsw7d1O_JICCNnNt/s320/woot4.bmp" width="240" yda="true" /></a></div>
</div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-77739359829177772622012-01-23T08:38:00.000-08:002012-01-23T08:54:23.272-08:00But Cashmere Is So Hard to Clean...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaLJSil_pY0IL9hffLvhkDoYMPYv8Xfe5tldtqMy8l7KfsWJbavNAfHjxO-QMegfeBiQ5cTC2d6fiPNFo0hjWVX7Nw0OYrZ6DxknC7qI3YXSp9ZPuEBRnskD6AV9ROfQ3Mmg0Ay8VdBcW/s1600/cashmere.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaLJSil_pY0IL9hffLvhkDoYMPYv8Xfe5tldtqMy8l7KfsWJbavNAfHjxO-QMegfeBiQ5cTC2d6fiPNFo0hjWVX7Nw0OYrZ6DxknC7qI3YXSp9ZPuEBRnskD6AV9ROfQ3Mmg0Ay8VdBcW/s320/cashmere.bmp" width="320" /></a></div>
I'm all for having things feel nice down by my lady bits, but a pair of cashmere undies seems less than desirable. Swampy, even. Do you wear undies under these undies? How do you keep them, you know, clean? They have a cotton gusset, so maybe they aren't SO bad? (PS... that's one of my favorite words... "gusset." Just thinking that someone at sometime in lingerie history came up with a word to describe that piece of your underwear that sits on your hooch, and then made it sound like the skeeviest, most onomatopoetic word in history delights me to no end. GUSSET.) Is this a wool fetish thing? Is it a hipster thing? Judging by the other items in the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/sartoria?ref=seller_info">Etsy shop</a>... I'm thinking it's a hipster thing. Which annoys me all the more, and just proves that I'm getting to be a super crabby old lady, alienated by today's annoying youth. <em>Except hipsters aren't so young.</em> What the fuck is the deal, hipsters? Why do you always dress so ironically? Why do you look so destitute, yet have the best electronic devices available on the market? What the fuck is the deal with Bon Iver? Why are you always barefoot? Why are you always roaming around in packs? Are you homeless? Are you all living <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(read: squatting)</span> in some sort of supergreen <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(filthy)</span> upcycled <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(abandoned)</span> community property <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(warehouse)</span> by the docks?<br />
<br />
OH WAIT I THINK YOU ARE<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDh8dINIerr09GlaGO4cuaUOtoOyCdU3qH5eafrlA33XfcRTEQE6k98wM08G5p6C5-pKLfEoFzPtkrO8vGaLri_Y9MRJzYdQXmvN53WuBMPqPIG6OSK_oB19BEqSaYj4qq097hf1mRkoUh/s1600/beach.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDh8dINIerr09GlaGO4cuaUOtoOyCdU3qH5eafrlA33XfcRTEQE6k98wM08G5p6C5-pKLfEoFzPtkrO8vGaLri_Y9MRJzYdQXmvN53WuBMPqPIG6OSK_oB19BEqSaYj4qq097hf1mRkoUh/s320/beach.bmp" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
Stay off my lawn, you dirty-footed circus people.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdzKJRYqcNzVuOyzASkbdDH40lEi5U2nFmmJIIJ52MD-kaoM_-fgunb7Oq9dAjWmsOtB9v9_FGnXlZyOsw-oh3A-BhTtcpOCokHmbJUQk0ksT3ZgiPLaODGct1weus2gTJsUlTXJnJg7NE/s1600/circus+people.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdzKJRYqcNzVuOyzASkbdDH40lEi5U2nFmmJIIJ52MD-kaoM_-fgunb7Oq9dAjWmsOtB9v9_FGnXlZyOsw-oh3A-BhTtcpOCokHmbJUQk0ksT3ZgiPLaODGct1weus2gTJsUlTXJnJg7NE/s320/circus+people.bmp" width="320" /></a></div>
<br /></div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-62674371572653887612011-12-31T08:29:00.000-08:002011-12-31T08:36:38.940-08:00You Know Why I Smile A Lot? Because It's Worth It.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/VF9-sEbqDvU?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ta9K22D0o5Q?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<br />
You may already know about these. I found the first one about a month or two ago and I have been quoting them both ever since. I think they're a pretty good note on which to bring 2011 to a close. Happy New Year!</div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-8093268844857955542011-12-29T10:33:00.000-08:002011-12-29T10:33:11.229-08:00Little Things Delight Me.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Original (well. Of the 2nd half of the next video):</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/pb-EwykPTv8?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
These kids A Capella version:</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/YIOT3yQ7NAE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<br />
Come on. I love it. I love it so much it makes me giggle and squee like a prize idiot. </div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-68252898261095846162011-11-28T13:05:00.001-08:002011-11-28T13:11:27.692-08:00We're Excellent Bartenders.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-d1lSrh2VYPhUGvPUVpqRoZB3R2lOBTVACcMhsNDCFGqznK7QSs4dFUdUHsqDtOMTkDbkBXbUVwoEN6yHbUfR2d3XRCXW4iy6ON8MuUSs-vmUkXF_7MCYPpOKHutk6xkGGlUrpIKVjNvh/s1600/irishman.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-d1lSrh2VYPhUGvPUVpqRoZB3R2lOBTVACcMhsNDCFGqznK7QSs4dFUdUHsqDtOMTkDbkBXbUVwoEN6yHbUfR2d3XRCXW4iy6ON8MuUSs-vmUkXF_7MCYPpOKHutk6xkGGlUrpIKVjNvh/s320/irishman.bmp" width="320" /></a></div>
Left to our own devices, my co-worker Raf and I can come up with several hijinks. Everything from Office Squash with a mini Nerf Football to doing Charlie Brown dances to the "Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown" soundtrack, Rafael is a master of entertaining me. Our latest? Making new drinks. <br />
<br />
<br />
Behold the birth of the Smelly Irishman:<br />
<br />
BIRV: 1oz Irish Whiskey, pint of Guinness and the sweat of a New York (Chicago is acceptable) Police officer, shaken in a wet fisherman's sweater. Pour, garnish with 3 lucky charms and the hair of an Irish Setter. Serve.<br />
<br />
<br />
RAF: 1 oz. Irish Cream <br />
<br />
1 Boiled potato<br />
2 leprechaun farts<br />
2 oz. Irish Whiskey<br />
1 steamed cabbage leaf<br />
4 oz. Guinness<br />
1oz. McDonald’s Shamrock Shake<br />
2 oz. corned beef <br />
Blend or shake in a 16 oz. tumbler (this can only be done by a red haired Irishman to be considered a true “Smelly Irishman”) Lift glass…Scream out “O' be jaysus” while shaking your fist…chug and slam! You have now been graced with a Smelly Irishman! oh yeah, add a pinch of salt!<br />
<br /></div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-91189925865992157082011-11-11T14:00:00.001-08:002011-11-11T14:02:10.426-08:00My Dog's Involvement in the Russian Mafia.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNr6laG_bR6i2x0dcsnJ8nEeZWoaOlu0ykZXZJnZtjF6A0Xbd6S5x1OtcDMuOewV7I-6gk_kh1gGWyVUft0ZmgHLuz4fdOVSZDqEOhyjpMqNZlBU9izDL_2mOD-Z01XBdGOPSy0uOvRu8/s1600/Daisy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="289" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNr6laG_bR6i2x0dcsnJ8nEeZWoaOlu0ykZXZJnZtjF6A0Xbd6S5x1OtcDMuOewV7I-6gk_kh1gGWyVUft0ZmgHLuz4fdOVSZDqEOhyjpMqNZlBU9izDL_2mOD-Z01XBdGOPSy0uOvRu8/s320/Daisy.png" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Daisy had a business trip to Volgograd, and she wanted to take a side trip. She met a Dancing Bear, Geoff, during her stint in the circus as a tightrope walker and part-time clown, and when Geoff was forced to retire after an ugly incident involving the trapeze artist, the bearded lady, and the cotton candy machine, he moved back to take care of his dead grandmother’s “roommate” (everyone Geoff knew always thought it was her lover, but no one would come clean on the issue) in small-town Russia. Sadly, Daisy got snowed in at Geoff’s dead granny’s lover’s house in Frolovo, and the truck in the front yard never worked. No one knows why they decided to keep it… only that there must be some sort of happy memory involved. In order to make it through the deep snow, Geoff gave Daisy his granny’s old hunting cap and a couple pairs of her boots; despite Maria’s protests. Geoff let Daisy know that the old girl was getting on in years and her memory was terrible anyway, so after a few hours, she wouldn’t miss them.<br />
Geoff was able to contact a friend of a friend, Steven, who had a snowmobile, and was willing to take Daisy back to Volograd, so that she could make her 4 pm meeting. Daisy doesn’t really like to talk about that snowmobile ride, so I think something must’ve happened with Steven, but she won’t tell me what. All she’ll say is she made it in time, and not to worry about it.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXr9xA7l2-WK1wPHe7bnOw2BQm4MC6qp8pmZO7kTydAqbib_wx2SWzGggnVVUwOsag9UWMaTEAX40yhdgjKp68rQN3xGGQsLxwM3xG82nkAesHU-m7KuM_K653Y3tcQFkVyphwTlT-8BxC/s1600/doodle1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXr9xA7l2-WK1wPHe7bnOw2BQm4MC6qp8pmZO7kTydAqbib_wx2SWzGggnVVUwOsag9UWMaTEAX40yhdgjKp68rQN3xGGQsLxwM3xG82nkAesHU-m7KuM_K653Y3tcQFkVyphwTlT-8BxC/s320/doodle1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br /><br />
<br />
</div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-32568797843714044182011-10-17T10:53:00.000-07:002011-10-17T10:53:03.951-07:00This App Is Already On My Phone.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/VsyE2rCW71o?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
</div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-9718560119009372962011-09-21T08:44:00.000-07:002011-09-21T08:44:32.142-07:00I'd Like to Kick Yesterday In the Gooch For You.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I dedicate this post to you, AlsoBeth. However, I'm an emotional misfit, and I have no great words of wisdom to make what happened not suck. <br />
<br />
With that being said, I give you this picture of a really tiny monkey.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUWF0ymM8HpfI-E7F_vML8HKomNaxGkDaPJ2U5aCeefuhRzl2GnGAJT1PHVqMcvoFbk9O8YoQ4Ts7-Vxyh8qTuMp0wVOL02BGAYM-RTgLQdKOqx8cB8tsdhE97XrNA0joMWQoW84PUer3f/s1600/very-small-monkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUWF0ymM8HpfI-E7F_vML8HKomNaxGkDaPJ2U5aCeefuhRzl2GnGAJT1PHVqMcvoFbk9O8YoQ4Ts7-Vxyh8qTuMp0wVOL02BGAYM-RTgLQdKOqx8cB8tsdhE97XrNA0joMWQoW84PUer3f/s320/very-small-monkey.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>
<br />
You're #1 in my book!!!<br />
</div>
Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-77604081277081524872011-09-10T11:52:00.000-07:002011-09-10T11:52:39.966-07:00What Is Wrong With People?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/YfY1lfFu8j8?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
WHY DO I KEEP FINDING THINGS THAT TERRIFY ME????<br />
<br />
I found the video above a couple of months ago... and I have been sharing it with everyone, because I am convinced that it's like The Ring- if I don't share it, I WILL BE KILLED BY THE SCARY BABY FACE.<br />
NOW I Am Your Grandma has been replaced by a new terror... Going To The Store. Thanks a lot, world!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div>
</div>
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/iRZ2Sh5-XuM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
</div>
</div>
Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-50743850149123217522011-09-09T12:07:00.000-07:002011-09-09T12:07:39.796-07:00YOU GUYS.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://blingee.com/blingee/view/125729827-Snow-Globe" target="_blank" title="Snow Globe"><img alt="Snow Globe" border="0" height="400" src="http://image.blingee.com/images18/content/output/000/000/000/77e/758775720_1590508.gif" title="Snow Globe" width="400" /></a><br /><a href="http://blingee.com/pictures/snow-globe" target="_blank" title="snow globe pictures"><span style="font-size: x-small;">snow globe pictures</span></a><br /><br />
<br />
</div>
Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-1315567182381550652011-09-07T09:27:00.000-07:002011-09-07T09:27:00.885-07:00Bully Target.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Is Martha Stewart running out of ideas or something? I have this mental image of Martha, finally out of ideas for Good Things after all these years, huddled into the corner of her root cellar, rocking back and forth amidst hundreds of jars of hand-crafted preserves and carefully, beautifully tied bundles of dried herbs from her own garden, weeping softly, praying to the crafty gods for ONE MORE IDEA.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
And then they give her this.<br />
<div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt06JISPlvh-KtYD0lrH15pQD0hcvqsFUVxVDmwSYTElahIpn2UI414s8vu4gORTRcHK2n8TRLT_zTdKOoDANPQpollMo1rV7MMy_Aom6l1amKhONsf_2u03n2oOYfV_v1ngRg6NgGe0T/s1600/dumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt06JISPlvh-KtYD0lrH15pQD0hcvqsFUVxVDmwSYTElahIpn2UI414s8vu4gORTRcHK2n8TRLT_zTdKOoDANPQpollMo1rV7MMy_Aom6l1amKhONsf_2u03n2oOYfV_v1ngRg6NgGe0T/s320/dumb.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>You know why this little girl looks so unhappy? Because <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/photogallery/handmade-brooches?xsc=eml_crd_2011_09_07&#slide_6&om_rid=Dkz7iG&om_mid=_BOZ2GPB8V6OJW4">Martha Stewart</a> pinned a stupid penny to her sweet-ass corduroy jacket.<br />
<br />
Who the hell would make this for their kid?? This isn't a clever craft!<br />
<br />
Normally, I look at Martha Stewart crafts <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/270100/suede-belt?backto=true&backtourl=/photogallery/handmade-belts#slide_3">like this</a>....<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7vyEh_4jcFyZJV83TahdBBL8KMqXAnXXKooi3QGo8ZTLjHLtQXyRbcrME6zl1OpSESoM0f4Gq5s-6xk6SScrt7gsYhUX65Tz3CcGAePEjUEL68RVnGTFp07o1NJpw1119pY8RfgAmDKwm/s1600/bp_fall06_suede_belt_xl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7vyEh_4jcFyZJV83TahdBBL8KMqXAnXXKooi3QGo8ZTLjHLtQXyRbcrME6zl1OpSESoM0f4Gq5s-6xk6SScrt7gsYhUX65Tz3CcGAePEjUEL68RVnGTFp07o1NJpw1119pY8RfgAmDKwm/s320/bp_fall06_suede_belt_xl.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>...and say "Wow... that looks like she bought that. Mine would look like I cut off a cow's tail and strapped it around my middle." Then I feel all shitty about myself and my crafting ability and go make a picture with Elmer's Glue and an assload of glitter. (The more glitter you use, the less shame you feel!!)<br />
<br />
<br />
But that penny ribbon pin? WTF? Thanks for leveling the playing field, Martha. If you need me, I'll be bedazzling Darth Vader's head on a t-shirt.<br />
<br />
AHEM. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH_koBDJ_dbADcYQSA9HDo-BkwZx-k75z1KLoCAl56NHIYRjbGEMvcJTpEpivHYLgUGDSCq47RPW9DQtpOx8ccqoLMNcF8lVmytgA5plc0nsiB_65Ra_gxh3QzTfFeu2CRrcAcyZCoWZyf/s1600/vader.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH_koBDJ_dbADcYQSA9HDo-BkwZx-k75z1KLoCAl56NHIYRjbGEMvcJTpEpivHYLgUGDSCq47RPW9DQtpOx8ccqoLMNcF8lVmytgA5plc0nsiB_65Ra_gxh3QzTfFeu2CRrcAcyZCoWZyf/s320/vader.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div></div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-10147577558524567672011-08-31T10:57:00.001-07:002011-08-31T10:57:48.098-07:00Yep. This toy pretty much sucks.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/stblRudM-4I?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
</div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-18976880634815509072011-08-23T15:35:00.000-07:002011-08-23T15:37:51.772-07:00I See What You're Doing.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7KyK33lHeKl0aFyu_isyDNDPdUAbAFAchOP_06RBD127XxqVX_4q2qed72VYpzQYaKsZLg53n3Yexyoir-SzcuytzPC2SwPPhIioHHMLj3x_6M5vUagNKlQ9P1Psv6vPiElxCL-U_4XU/s1600/nightmare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7KyK33lHeKl0aFyu_isyDNDPdUAbAFAchOP_06RBD127XxqVX_4q2qed72VYpzQYaKsZLg53n3Yexyoir-SzcuytzPC2SwPPhIioHHMLj3x_6M5vUagNKlQ9P1Psv6vPiElxCL-U_4XU/s320/nightmare.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_8xshyk="311"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8xshyk="311">I need your help, guys. I'm pretty sure AlsoBeth is trying to kill me. First, she sent me the picture above over the weekend, changing my peaceful Saturday afternoon into a riot of tears and hiding in the closet.</div><div closure_uid_8xshyk="311"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8xshyk="311">Now, she sends me an email with <a href="http://www.oddee.com/item_97865.aspx">this link</a>, with this seemingly benign comment: "<span closure_uid_8xshyk="370" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">a little something to brighten??? your day."</span></div><div closure_uid_8xshyk="311"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8xshyk="311"><span closure_uid_8xshyk="370" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU??!?!?!?! Here's a sampling of what she sent me...</span></div><div closure_uid_8xshyk="311"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUgNWJCHrFa548f6AQkcNensLCcymkMBfDHYoiP_sULHWv-glnG-RlqRuScZVBi44sBcCeEngByYuYHxGQYlr_NRTkrU-1qQc-LgfAhSV_H5hioIqvX6pqUnyeM40Jp-ZiYKUvmsgNAWx/s1600/whimper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUgNWJCHrFa548f6AQkcNensLCcymkMBfDHYoiP_sULHWv-glnG-RlqRuScZVBi44sBcCeEngByYuYHxGQYlr_NRTkrU-1qQc-LgfAhSV_H5hioIqvX6pqUnyeM40Jp-ZiYKUvmsgNAWx/s320/whimper.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK7KcAl7_g8-qqA3bkESZYyq-4ivwEgDpa3EykzFkhvmPrSRLRh2Uo8GgqXmXrD07sz4-axaJKvC5JWY_WRx2Cv3Fo8MqGOvJ83yzFLghfCyck6m0fq8BDTZXvvh9J2YS9fT3Q4Tz0gQS_/s1600/stoma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK7KcAl7_g8-qqA3bkESZYyq-4ivwEgDpa3EykzFkhvmPrSRLRh2Uo8GgqXmXrD07sz4-axaJKvC5JWY_WRx2Cv3Fo8MqGOvJ83yzFLghfCyck6m0fq8BDTZXvvh9J2YS9fT3Q4Tz0gQS_/s320/stoma.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKtIxTYz7Groi30cYDhFWfRiwRaQn6qjAV9I_tb3OerCuzLxvoDVJ5pdR5uz0O80eJjHiRK_fS_PvB9eCJ6R6JSM0bcMi_u1Mj1xFOrEiQxESuytytMES75wLzz6x8Pl6rJg8pF_A3_IYn/s1600/wtf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKtIxTYz7Groi30cYDhFWfRiwRaQn6qjAV9I_tb3OerCuzLxvoDVJ5pdR5uz0O80eJjHiRK_fS_PvB9eCJ6R6JSM0bcMi_u1Mj1xFOrEiQxESuytytMES75wLzz6x8Pl6rJg8pF_A3_IYn/s320/wtf.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><div closure_uid_8xshyk="426">Normally the scariest dolls to me are the ones that are unmanipulated; inherently scary by their very design, like that goddamned stoma doll in the middle there. BFF's big-eye dolls, her Blythe collection, scares the crap out of me. They seem like they <em closure_uid_8xshyk="428">know something</em>. Like maybe where the knives are kept downstairs. However, I have to add that last one to the list of dolls that will haunt me forever. What are those teeth from? Is this some sort of cannibal baby? </div><br />
<div closure_uid_8xshyk="378">I'm unsure as to AlsoBeth's motives for terrorizing me, but I have a theory. I think she wants to establish Total Beth Dominance. Maybe it's like that movie <em>Highlander</em>, and she'll absorb all my knowledge by destroying me. I'll have the last laugh if that's the case... all she'll be adding to her brain arsenal is an unhealthy amount of <em>Big Lebowski</em> quotes and a carnival organ song playing on a constant loop in her head.</div><div closure_uid_8xshyk="378"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0UMZTI3NewHplqmWDkvRG9Ja-_uFfNOpjsdg06-o2wLwjbXeqZ5Cnn0WzpgnRmQLa6NLbkr5drJ44ru1gM3rBDWKPcaW9sMKGANurXEM2vuYHTv9gZPI7-ZJHE8C1i5327zakxOTjT1X/s1600/beths.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="488" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0UMZTI3NewHplqmWDkvRG9Ja-_uFfNOpjsdg06-o2wLwjbXeqZ5Cnn0WzpgnRmQLa6NLbkr5drJ44ru1gM3rBDWKPcaW9sMKGANurXEM2vuYHTv9gZPI7-ZJHE8C1i5327zakxOTjT1X/s640/beths.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div closure_uid_8xshyk="378"><br />
</div></div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-71879114269792146092011-08-19T08:08:00.000-07:002011-08-19T08:08:53.697-07:00School Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_qmk4vs="314">We (meaning me) like to educate here at Fonzipan. Knowledge is power. So this post goes out to Big Bro and Sissy.</div><div closure_uid_qmk4vs="314"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_qmk4vs="314">Furries:</div><div closure_uid_qmk4vs="314"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqemT7_ABNx0fYJDPjoQ5fRU5dDck8qfa9tAVaVmotrlSPQ37fWbwYR9FFOblUXF1NkU4JAlK0OmFPMKyd85W6AByEj_itsnzas44RIKqBW4o871WB_1N-2bEvy9RkkpQFyl0EELbjBUQT/s1600/furries_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqemT7_ABNx0fYJDPjoQ5fRU5dDck8qfa9tAVaVmotrlSPQ37fWbwYR9FFOblUXF1NkU4JAlK0OmFPMKyd85W6AByEj_itsnzas44RIKqBW4o871WB_1N-2bEvy9RkkpQFyl0EELbjBUQT/s320/furries_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Furbies:<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67LRjkAa_E3AOmp8SXj4QXonTKICE84DQsHTr45JYOfnDkK5IdELABfR_x4cNjMLhfZZ2gnlRU8ez1sXkNdFPQRpfhRH_icI3GFzNdFVoVtyzZc2dcINbdXoBUOO_BYXwMewhQv-JC_Nr/s1600/furby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67LRjkAa_E3AOmp8SXj4QXonTKICE84DQsHTr45JYOfnDkK5IdELABfR_x4cNjMLhfZZ2gnlRU8ez1sXkNdFPQRpfhRH_icI3GFzNdFVoVtyzZc2dcINbdXoBUOO_BYXwMewhQv-JC_Nr/s320/furby.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Once more.<br />
<br />
Furries:<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KL6LAfQCyg1FRRvEvHo9EMPin9k6ZyS2qkFPp15rO6pbe7wTA9Ki3_z3Iwl0KZ5HxPxXpd3VnYhkDvCNTdgdIrxwSimvy_vuw30IVIMxkFdyBze_spVnvnFPOF_PWi2C_tBA-iMD5MrA/s1600/furries2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KL6LAfQCyg1FRRvEvHo9EMPin9k6ZyS2qkFPp15rO6pbe7wTA9Ki3_z3Iwl0KZ5HxPxXpd3VnYhkDvCNTdgdIrxwSimvy_vuw30IVIMxkFdyBze_spVnvnFPOF_PWi2C_tBA-iMD5MrA/s1600/furries2.jpg" /></a></div>Furbies:<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEQ2bBv6S71eEAgMyUVrtJWny65Ta-UcTfLZRyh0OHRwe1K8MKZ-n2rpZ1tjR2yXmbrYv6YhnPPTH98Iwc9d0w_XJK3c7W31fZoUGNq3f25wVrGP7P3GZlpdQwGfqaYwsW4ylwInjhhlb3/s1600/_254094_furby300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEQ2bBv6S71eEAgMyUVrtJWny65Ta-UcTfLZRyh0OHRwe1K8MKZ-n2rpZ1tjR2yXmbrYv6YhnPPTH98Iwc9d0w_XJK3c7W31fZoUGNq3f25wVrGP7P3GZlpdQwGfqaYwsW4ylwInjhhlb3/s1600/_254094_furby300.jpg" /></a></div><div closure_uid_qmk4vs="314">This is why I'm afraid of mascots. ALSO... why I refuse to rent costumes.</div><div closure_uid_qmk4vs="314"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqUtE841nZGFJcPzqqHZ8oHKqOlIn1JUZ0iY626jFjFj7PNrCQB_E8ZIij46ubZcKywx5VZgjHAQeKKD8ufsnRO475CJdFpV0xwH2d4HWt0JTiFjtXj9r10lpr6LRX8-ZvXzBDA9wp5cu/s1600/the-more-you-know.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqUtE841nZGFJcPzqqHZ8oHKqOlIn1JUZ0iY626jFjFj7PNrCQB_E8ZIij46ubZcKywx5VZgjHAQeKKD8ufsnRO475CJdFpV0xwH2d4HWt0JTiFjtXj9r10lpr6LRX8-ZvXzBDA9wp5cu/s320/the-more-you-know.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_qmk4vs="314"><br />
</div></div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-73836198969342124352011-08-18T11:41:00.000-07:002011-08-18T13:28:40.112-07:00Maybe It's Her Eternally Smug Face.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote closure_uid_46veb3="488"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_rsRIPk1pMXcD-AeSmRU43JyY9fxrjtlIWVZ28pIar2lW-K-8eTRre8X0wDYgdvSRcZo3MN31JTBZUoa5zChdecbG_gVAjxmcWEtBSKvKYQ7QfYL774wUGRgY3xBkYd-utulJkehBOmD/s1600/goop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_rsRIPk1pMXcD-AeSmRU43JyY9fxrjtlIWVZ28pIar2lW-K-8eTRre8X0wDYgdvSRcZo3MN31JTBZUoa5zChdecbG_gVAjxmcWEtBSKvKYQ7QfYL774wUGRgY3xBkYd-utulJkehBOmD/s320/goop.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div closure_uid_46veb3="485"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_46veb3="545"></div></div></div></blockquote><div closure_uid_46veb3="549"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image from the </span><a closure_uid_46veb3="553" href="http://gothamist.com/2009/02/05/gwyneth_1.php"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Gothamist.</span></a></div><blockquote closure_uid_46veb3="488"><div closure_uid_46veb3="485"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_46veb3="545">As salty as I usually am, it's very rare when I actually, truly dislike someone. I can usually find a redeeming feature in everyone that I meet. </div></div></div></blockquote><blockquote closure_uid_46veb3="488"><div closure_uid_46veb3="485"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_46veb3="545"><div closure_uid_2tto43="317">EXCEPT FOR GWYNETH PALTROW. I <em>viscerally</em> dislike her, from her stupid macro-biotic lifestyle to her smug sense of superiority because she lives in Britain. I hate that she tries to market herself as an accessible person, when in reality she is so far out of touch with reality she may as well be talking about how to sautee dinosaur eggs on her stupid GOOP website... <em closure_uid_46veb3="498">and no one calls her out on this</em>. Why does everyone, <a href="http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2009/02/gwyneth_paltrow_wonders_why_pe.html">including blogs that claim to hate her</a>, go along with her batshit crazy? Oh, of course I'll just hop on out and pick up that <a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/Shop/List/Goop_Look_3?cm_mmc=LinkshareUS-_-Custom-_-Link-_-Builder&siteID=4cEL13QXtJY-WoSQchxLkPHdptcHowe._w">$2,500 bag</a>, because <a href="http://goop.com/newsletter/131/en/">you like it</a>. Then I'll hop on my pegasus and meet you in the super-secret cloud castle that only us truly chic people know about. We can lunch on intergalactic wedge salad and gold-dusted crackers. Gluten-free... <em>natch</em>. MEKMEKMEKMEKMEK!</div></div></div></div></blockquote><div closure_uid_46veb3="628">Listen, <a href="http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2009/02/gwyneth_paltrow_wonders_why_pe.html">New York Magazine</a>, don't pander to that "golly gee whillakers, we hate her because we want to BE her." All you're doing is shoving your nose up her skirt while trying to sound snarky. I don't hate Gwyneth Paltrow because she's "thin and beautiful", or because she's "smart and educated." I hate her because she openly, proudly claims that she is an overprivileged twat that does nothing for humanity, and then has the nerve to say "<a href="http://www.popcrunch.com/gwyneth-paltrow-elle-uk-march-2009-fuck-the-haters/">fuck the haters!"</a> when people dare to critique her <em>public </em>website. </div><div closure_uid_46veb3="628"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_46veb3="628">Ugh. She just makes me want to punch her in the kneecaps. With a baseball bat.</div><div closure_uid_46veb3="628"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_46veb3="628">Then I read this on <a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20520755,00.html?xid=rss-topheadlines">People.com</a>. The gist is below.</div><blockquote closure_uid_46veb3="488"><div closure_uid_46veb3="485"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote><div closure_uid_46veb3="317"><strong>Gwyneth Paltrow Saved a Life on Sept. 11</strong></div><div closure_uid_46veb3="494"></div><br />
<div closure_uid_46veb3="493">Lara Lundstrom Clarke believes her life was saved by a chance encounter with the actress on Sept. 11, 2001, according to The Morton Report. </div></blockquote><blockquote closure_uid_46veb3="488"><div closure_uid_46veb3="491">Clarke was rushing to get to work at the Twin Towers in New York City when she jaywalked in order to get to the subway station. As she crossed 7th Avenue, a Mercedes SUV came barreling toward her. </div><div closure_uid_46veb3="487"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_46veb3="485"><div closure_uid_46veb3="546">Both Clarke and the car stopped in their tracks, and as the driver waved her across she realized it was Paltrow behind the wheel. The near-collision caused Clarke to miss her train, and by the time she got to work, the first plane had hit the World Trade Center.</div></div></blockquote></div></div></blockquote><blockquote closure_uid_46veb3="488"><div closure_uid_46veb3="485"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote closure_uid_46veb3="488">When contacted by <em>The Morton Report</em>, Paltrow's publicist Stephen Huvane confirmed the accuracy of the incident and added that Paltrow, 38, was "deeply moved" by the story. </blockquote></div></div></blockquote><div closure_uid_46veb3="317"><div closure_uid_46veb3="547">What an asshole. Not only are you called out for being a dick driver that almost hits pedestrians, but you have the nerve to be<em> proud</em> of it? </div><div closure_uid_46veb3="547"><br />
</div></div><div closure_uid_46veb3="492"><div closure_uid_46veb3="548">Fuck you. Fuck you and your bizarre Marie Antoinette "Let them eat cake" redux of a viewpoint on life.</div></div><div closure_uid_46veb3="497"><div closure_uid_46veb3="599">Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go kick puppies and push over old people and tell people it cured cancer.</div></div></div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-13070723389182644092011-08-08T11:44:00.000-07:002011-08-08T13:35:21.121-07:00You're Only As Old As You Feel<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIugWQJ7jVchMbT5bB0PvrJuddNypx8rG-hWQle2MGZjDXPVo3UfQ_HnpbDcwpi4qydecOSgh1aCzH7URapoTWKnpHpFZia4XLJVyUv7hAYA_p-kRoxIy6K_w5rx_wmg1u_TZCPJBgJYSr/s1600/lolla5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIugWQJ7jVchMbT5bB0PvrJuddNypx8rG-hWQle2MGZjDXPVo3UfQ_HnpbDcwpi4qydecOSgh1aCzH7URapoTWKnpHpFZia4XLJVyUv7hAYA_p-kRoxIy6K_w5rx_wmg1u_TZCPJBgJYSr/s320/lolla5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="359">I feel pretty fucking old. </div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="359"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="359"><div closure_uid_82sklr="325"><div closure_uid_ggqycd="325">2011 marks the 20th (!) anniversary of Lollapalooza, or Lollapallopla, as Sissy likes to call it. I remember raging against my mother for not allowing me to go in 1992, not speaking to her for days. Yes, I was a moody, sullen grungey teenager. Big brother went, and like a good big brother, he brought me my cherished Pearl Jam tshirt. After presenting a 10-point argument about why I should be allowed to go, and assuring her that her fears that crowd-surfing would lead to me being carried off by a group of men to be gang-raped were <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><strike>bat-shit crazy</strike></span> irrational, my mom finally relented in 1993... perhaps out of sheer exhaustion. My best friend at the time and I convinced her parents to take us (former flower children, it really wasn't all that hard). While the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Lollapalooza_lineups_by_year">lineup </a>wasn't as great as the year before, my first concert of MY chosen music style rocked, and rocked hard.</div></div></div><br />
<div closure_uid_mo7edp="360">Oh, New World Music Theater in Tinley Park... I knew you well! I slid down your impromptu lawn-seat mudslide, I moshed in you, I raged in you... all at the tender age of 14. </div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="360"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="358">I'm not 14 anymore. I'm all grown up. So's Lollapalooza.</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="358"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="358">While I was a hearty concert-goer and have attended MANY concerts since that first show, I never got a chance to go back to Lolla, until this year. I knew it had become a Chicago institution in the past few years, but I just... eh. Hated people for a while, I guess. I avoided the Loop at all costs during the show dates, so I didn't really know what it has grown into. </div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="358"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="385"><div closure_uid_onxf5c="316">What the hell happened to that crazy little traveling show?! It's HUUUUUUUGE. 90,000 people a day, this behemoth takes up the same amount of ground space that the Taste of Chicago does. It's surprisingly well-organized. The Port-a-Potties (and y'all know how I feel about public bathrooms) were... decent... the drinks were cheapish, the stage times were well thought out.</div><div closure_uid_onxf5c="316"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_onxf5c="316">I decided to go again this year when I saw that Deadmau5 was playing on the final day. Normally, I consider music to be a communal experience. While I live alone and do a lot of things solo (insert your own masturbation joke here), I've never gone to a concert by myself. Well... very few people in my life have followed me down my little House Music rabbit hole, and just about everyone wanted to avoid a steamy, smelly band of hipsters like the plague. No one wanted to go with me. Suck it, each and every one of you. I went Sunday, and I had a blast.</div></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="385"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="385"><div closure_uid_uam70k="316">Like any proper summer festival, a monsoon hit, and I got soaked, and I have suffered the loss of a truly fine pair of Converse. I will say that one major change in a concert going experience is watching people experience life through the screen of their smartphones. Some kids (and for the first time in my life, I really see them as KIDS) literally never put their phones in their pockets and just enjoyed the experience. </div></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="385"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="385"><div closure_uid_g74g2p="318">While my phone didn't make it out all that often, here's my Lollapalooza 2011 in pictures.</div></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="385"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="385"><br />
</div><div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9i9-uaJvEAhJaiyTIJLAf6Ocbm38j2KRasEmiMeSARmRLglI7PTZq5GNMTEDsnDt6uV-7pSPrYkSHqo2cXEK7oU7dkVmsaoptSQWg9_-n-79dl7zIKGaUghYkicw7T8465foAgfmd3ULz/s1600/lolla1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9i9-uaJvEAhJaiyTIJLAf6Ocbm38j2KRasEmiMeSARmRLglI7PTZq5GNMTEDsnDt6uV-7pSPrYkSHqo2cXEK7oU7dkVmsaoptSQWg9_-n-79dl7zIKGaUghYkicw7T8465foAgfmd3ULz/s320/lolla1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="408">I may have attended alone, but I was among friends. Shared a bonding moment as soon as I walked through the gates with these guys, because of my homemade shirt and their heads. I particularly love the Chicago Mau5head.</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="408"><br />
</div><div class="separator" closure_uid_mo7edp="358" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIki_H1_YCGFRtElLxbMmGAlq-4cI8VZSUZ4WgQNbmF8s9PI6SLGmJvQ-89ckrmT90D58CddbaJroGyyTKsQANthvNNnTbIZ_bmr3CP5uEUBuJr4ci4Pm3QVsFal7Iub_BdB1jmUV1M_5P/s1600/hotfix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIki_H1_YCGFRtElLxbMmGAlq-4cI8VZSUZ4WgQNbmF8s9PI6SLGmJvQ-89ckrmT90D58CddbaJroGyyTKsQANthvNNnTbIZ_bmr3CP5uEUBuJr4ci4Pm3QVsFal7Iub_BdB1jmUV1M_5P/s320/hotfix.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="408">Several people actually commented that they wanted to buy this. I feel that this vindicates my OCD tendencies.</div><div class="separator" closure_uid_mo7edp="358" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2bPSBbyWGI9oucPkK31ZGZMIlHAXL_ZB0c5v1WEuKlq5rPu3PS46srxCqaFiIOD-C4LIB2I14hRIH9iLtwJfrI964hg1SQEPXHgrRq-gmtrhRb7LXa6cR9ll8qSRlS7ID2FDouoMFvni/s1600/drew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2bPSBbyWGI9oucPkK31ZGZMIlHAXL_ZB0c5v1WEuKlq5rPu3PS46srxCqaFiIOD-C4LIB2I14hRIH9iLtwJfrI964hg1SQEPXHgrRq-gmtrhRb7LXa6cR9ll8qSRlS7ID2FDouoMFvni/s320/drew.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="358">Sunnier, smellier times watching The Cars with Friend Drew... a friend of AlsoBeth... who I am delighted to find attended ALL THREE DAYS with...</div><div class="separator" closure_uid_mo7edp="358" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrhta2FSXluCsogRTMAUStQQDU1rL4JtNs8Swj8wTlCKf_fHIuCTDSv7mk2PlY1DYlBDW8ENLwY_kH3X6sf5Qq5DYpzJ96Tr5zAO1-Tm_gFmrUSw3uBL1MqQ_11Wf1hLhlrlAXG8ClbA5/s1600/tannisse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrhta2FSXluCsogRTMAUStQQDU1rL4JtNs8Swj8wTlCKf_fHIuCTDSv7mk2PlY1DYlBDW8ENLwY_kH3X6sf5Qq5DYpzJ96Tr5zAO1-Tm_gFmrUSw3uBL1MqQ_11Wf1hLhlrlAXG8ClbA5/s320/tannisse.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="358"><div closure_uid_gyhn5n="316">Tannisse... the Girl Scout of Lolla '11. Hand-held fans, two shirts, 5 Hour Energy, UMBRELLA... you name it, she had it in her Mary Poppins bag. She was fucking PREPARED.</div></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_mo7edp="358" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2jZC_2Lav2RADzV0GJLOA2ccknGwdPJt9J3D_BkV1eS-00I6irQtPUISGicxeuk2t8-_bFwmuVg3trN-p-RQuOkVEvOAmPjNpg_aHMJKqwI82mC8MW_SZbWe8eBWYD1IxsfEQYgKmKcpL/s1600/ominous.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2jZC_2Lav2RADzV0GJLOA2ccknGwdPJt9J3D_BkV1eS-00I6irQtPUISGicxeuk2t8-_bFwmuVg3trN-p-RQuOkVEvOAmPjNpg_aHMJKqwI82mC8MW_SZbWe8eBWYD1IxsfEQYgKmKcpL/s320/ominous.BMP" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="358">Things started looking a little ominous around 5... then the Storm of the Century, Part 1 hit. Soaked to the bone, it lasted about 40 minutes before letting up briefly, showing a truly killer rainbow.</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="358"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDIg5jnIdc16VkM1tWJhyphenhyphenrq8VzXK-yWvWXE547mgW0pvKRAtuhLhRfVUx3UzaiStNatdj9JNR2sS8cOGBlliB1gp9ghxozbMXw841O3Euln6BqFYY7r52P-bz_1lycPameV3LNCpob7Q-5/s1600/lollarainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDIg5jnIdc16VkM1tWJhyphenhyphenrq8VzXK-yWvWXE547mgW0pvKRAtuhLhRfVUx3UzaiStNatdj9JNR2sS8cOGBlliB1gp9ghxozbMXw841O3Euln6BqFYY7r52P-bz_1lycPameV3LNCpob7Q-5/s320/lollarainbow.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_g74g2p="316">My phone was wrapped tightly in a bag I grabbed off the ground pre-deluge in the back pocket of my soaked shorts at this particular moment, so this photo is <strike>stolen from</strike> courtesy of <a href="http://web.stagram.com/n/ashlicrowe/">AshliCrowe</a>. </div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="410"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="410">Waiting for the show I had come for was fun. The creativity of Deadmau5 fans awed me.</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="410"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRDpL1x3uJxij4IRlli9dmtGHjawGEljAz39jrsFnCvBa6eJN5QaU3oCrO56PAVI3PHh5Y8f9qmG6SRKp2_sz8Jh5Q44d0NBGZEMAvcbwyi8nMzGsgdNsR2FuV1hSSnxw09dHwU-_h8QOb/s1600/deadmau5.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRDpL1x3uJxij4IRlli9dmtGHjawGEljAz39jrsFnCvBa6eJN5QaU3oCrO56PAVI3PHh5Y8f9qmG6SRKp2_sz8Jh5Q44d0NBGZEMAvcbwyi8nMzGsgdNsR2FuV1hSSnxw09dHwU-_h8QOb/s320/deadmau5.BMP" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="410"><br />
<div closure_uid_uam70k="319">Then, just as Deadmau5 was hitting the stage, Storm of the Century: The Sequel happened. It was fucking epic though. Pounding music, a swelling crowd, brand new, huge light show, pouring rain and swampy mudpuddles up to my ankles... I loved every minute of it. I discovered the best part of my age last night... I'm confident to be there, by myself, to not care, and just have a fucking blast.</div></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="410"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="410">I took about 40 seconds of film...I wanted to get something for some good shots to remember, and then to just jump around and enjoy the show, so that's where these came from. </div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="410"><br />
</div><div class="separator" closure_uid_mo7edp="459" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpgDO9fv7tpPexUqiYRhith75_e0c7eFSA8vRaIn7kPGUoTt6hRufkAr8AfFHoKTpE8rR5deYb-Py3ktGP3GXrVO54MPy01we1PHf0r5uNaSIsPJZl9SYug7QU4unXNeoruc0Rd2uKUee/s1600/lolla2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpgDO9fv7tpPexUqiYRhith75_e0c7eFSA8vRaIn7kPGUoTt6hRufkAr8AfFHoKTpE8rR5deYb-Py3ktGP3GXrVO54MPy01we1PHf0r5uNaSIsPJZl9SYug7QU4unXNeoruc0Rd2uKUee/s320/lolla2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_mo7edp="459" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrt4UZoQpRmazPZe_zAzB_bJwlzOL9yenWR2_5hquB8TYQe0Kvz4mQbDnQ1E0V9hcL2kkCwOTp4_xwd49pt3faD_Wj2e6-DhhxwYKo6TND0n9vhWKV339uFi4qnUh0sUuhCghtNZTFrjXZ/s1600/lolla3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrt4UZoQpRmazPZe_zAzB_bJwlzOL9yenWR2_5hquB8TYQe0Kvz4mQbDnQ1E0V9hcL2kkCwOTp4_xwd49pt3faD_Wj2e6-DhhxwYKo6TND0n9vhWKV339uFi4qnUh0sUuhCghtNZTFrjXZ/s320/lolla3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="410">Hard work pays off... I was CLOSE. I pretty well got to know a few guys biblically in the crowd (not a whole lot of room up front), but the guy in front of me was tall, smelled good, was cute, and was overwhelmingly polite about making sure I could see. So... you know. Forced rubbing up on him wasn't so bad. *winkwinknudgenudgeI'mACreepyOldLady*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbCZhUFRj0esn-Oe04RWc8tV8uxL3g4Z5uv5ipiGveCp-RYyM3SKdBNstqyV-fBmQbD4R4E_caKUN9zlv1XlCGNZVJCYMtEku4pGh48ak1ZkgAaa-56T2sgUQZuq-8KW95JU0eN_RnJOXz/s1600/lolla6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbCZhUFRj0esn-Oe04RWc8tV8uxL3g4Z5uv5ipiGveCp-RYyM3SKdBNstqyV-fBmQbD4R4E_caKUN9zlv1XlCGNZVJCYMtEku4pGh48ak1ZkgAaa-56T2sgUQZuq-8KW95JU0eN_RnJOXz/s320/lolla6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="410">The aftermath:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64dWhCxrmZ5dyYza5u2vi8hVWxuyAv2oZrIFTfckXsV1obeuukCqMtv7-lo1J0wwfFfixnVxOBkleQ-TKZd5ev0KPU8ZSR4ZJzYPwJo54QX0mLCUO2jTGynJqnR_UoyzfldKrt9zn5EK7/s1600/shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64dWhCxrmZ5dyYza5u2vi8hVWxuyAv2oZrIFTfckXsV1obeuukCqMtv7-lo1J0wwfFfixnVxOBkleQ-TKZd5ev0KPU8ZSR4ZJzYPwJo54QX0mLCUO2jTGynJqnR_UoyzfldKrt9zn5EK7/s320/shoes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Via con dios, Converse. You lived a good life. You will be missed.<br />
<br />
<div closure_uid_mo7edp="410">House music may not be your scene, but it was a blast. I wouldn't steer you wrong... this show was FUN. If anyone wants to come with me to the next show (indoors), let me know. I promise you a good time.</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="410"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="410"><div closure_uid_uam70k="318"><div closure_uid_iz7guu="317">I'm an old biddy. My feet hurt, I'm exhausted, I can't hear a thing, my back was KILLING ME yesterday and I don't know HOW anyone survived all three days... but I was brought back to the better part of my reckless teenage self again: when I was open for anything. When I loved being surprised by a live act that I would normally never have come across, and got an electric thrill from being in the thick of a buzzing crowd. When I truly engaged in something, and wasn't a dried up curmudgeon with a smart-ass judgmental comment for everything. It turns out some things from your awkward teens are worth holding on to.</div></div></div><div closure_uid_mo7edp="410">In the immortal words of a Maury Povich guest, "Age ain't nothin' but a number." Fucking poetry, man.</div></div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-90624293422457162402011-08-05T11:40:00.000-07:002011-08-05T11:43:05.575-07:00I Don't Care About Pedophiles... I Just Want to See the Clothes On a Grownup<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_6sc58v="366" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" closure_uid_6sc58v="336" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDy7zbABOj4S3rCX-_e-rHVMMyKqDjg-PGpytIuS60uF2B8rcPDcgvFc8nz4_amlqabI38Qj3NOZf3RRgMxNk6pW5xsnoEW36gf2Yg6UxRlXYl6pt_kiCUWZ1eW08brhoKxU_ekDeiK8GC/s1600/vogue3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDy7zbABOj4S3rCX-_e-rHVMMyKqDjg-PGpytIuS60uF2B8rcPDcgvFc8nz4_amlqabI38Qj3NOZf3RRgMxNk6pW5xsnoEW36gf2Yg6UxRlXYl6pt_kiCUWZ1eW08brhoKxU_ekDeiK8GC/s320/vogue3.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="337"><div closure_uid_j2qkmo="331"> Meet the January cover girl of French <em>Vogue</em>, y'all!</div></div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="337" closure_uid_j2qkmo="333"></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_6sc58v="365" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQMn4JGoVMi9P1r4GTj3G3SNI6BhSsndBspvXaoPOvYNYt-_WhAGLuPawTR7aYPxqey4zlDerVoZ1b9lMrSlVhzDHifAKUxY-HD0IpgVrL0N6-fOgqfBW9tTc-rb394LKNHj5q289dEIn_/s1600/vogue2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQMn4JGoVMi9P1r4GTj3G3SNI6BhSsndBspvXaoPOvYNYt-_WhAGLuPawTR7aYPxqey4zlDerVoZ1b9lMrSlVhzDHifAKUxY-HD0IpgVrL0N6-fOgqfBW9tTc-rb394LKNHj5q289dEIn_/s320/vogue2.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_6sc58v="365" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hot, right??</div><div class="separator" closure_uid_6sc58v="365" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yZqg3zTOmFTaPdjGjK6sJaMoWORfdli6A8LBenF9ZwauHAnkMT5M3f687aldPU1eXBhSkYENDtz3I9Kd6u1XDtoVygMbi6LV0EIuohPKZM1LqljCA2xyrulDQ22thRtL4J7n_nvV3lco/s1600/vogue4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yZqg3zTOmFTaPdjGjK6sJaMoWORfdli6A8LBenF9ZwauHAnkMT5M3f687aldPU1eXBhSkYENDtz3I9Kd6u1XDtoVygMbi6LV0EIuohPKZM1LqljCA2xyrulDQ22thRtL4J7n_nvV3lco/s320/vogue4.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="359">Getting a good sense of what these clothes might look like on you? </div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="359"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0aolxUfHp7HTuY5bmJYPaMCNw70EjrHSIedEx2Xhc5wdD7t6x-PhOE9yItDRdYXoYbjm5-kkbHAGEBJMHdYjsleuyo8YVO6GCX4Lu-UCyV2KDsYABnjZrRX9ZAwLdPcmOtawXkXOsg693/s1600/vogue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0aolxUfHp7HTuY5bmJYPaMCNw70EjrHSIedEx2Xhc5wdD7t6x-PhOE9yItDRdYXoYbjm5-kkbHAGEBJMHdYjsleuyo8YVO6GCX4Lu-UCyV2KDsYABnjZrRX9ZAwLdPcmOtawXkXOsg693/s320/vogue.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="359"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="315"><div closure_uid_6sc58v="358"><div closure_uid_j2qkmo="316">What's that? You're not? Oh, that's because SHE'S TEN YEARS OLD. Yeah.... 10. One year older than my niece, who is just reading <em>Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing</em>. Who thinks that adding some variant of "poop" and "pee" to every single line on a Mad Libs is the height of humor (she may not be wrong there).</div></div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="358" closure_uid_j2qkmo="329"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="358">Found this on the <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2022305/Thylane-Lena-Rose-Blondeau-Shocking-images-10-YEAR-OLD-Vogue-model.html">Daily Mail</a>, who, I'm sure, is positively giddy over the outrage it's causing. Yes, they are incredibly sexualized photos. Yes, I am horrified that the picture just above has her in a top cut so low that I wouldn't dare wear on <strike>the sluttiest night of the year</strike> Halloween. Yes, this is the same type of photography that gets <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10912603/">Chris Hansen</a> in a tizzy.</div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="358"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="358">But let's put aside the whole "this is the epitome of all that's wrong in this sad, fucked up little world of ours" thing and focus on my immediate thought, since I'm neither a pedophile nor a parent: Can I open just one goddamned magazine and see clothes on someone that has at least graduated high school?</div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="358"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="358">I'm not asking for much here. Really. Fuck fat models. Screw models over 25 (HAGS! ALL OF YOU!). Right now, I'd settle for someone that at least could drive to the photo shoot themselves:</div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="358"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="358"><div closure_uid_j2qkmo="330">Below is 15 year old Hailee Steinfeld, Mattie Ross in last year's <em>True Grit</em>. Stunning portrayal of a child looking for vengeance for her father's death. Now, she's the face of Miu Miu.</div></div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="358"><br />
</div></div></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_6sc58v="433" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7utshaTAiL-VbMwoHhQmOZpIuZUSizjemT9USGcLaAPo4mYWovrAQdesVbxvR6Qxuwt80-tuKAQeIxcwtmMjTkr4I1fYewXtJ3rNfiGiKaq7xowTfmNzap7glLeSi9KZWmOKCfmSnBBqb/s1600/Hailee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7utshaTAiL-VbMwoHhQmOZpIuZUSizjemT9USGcLaAPo4mYWovrAQdesVbxvR6Qxuwt80-tuKAQeIxcwtmMjTkr4I1fYewXtJ3rNfiGiKaq7xowTfmNzap7glLeSi9KZWmOKCfmSnBBqb/s320/Hailee.jpg" t$="true" width="138" /></a></div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="509"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="509">13 year old Elle Fanning! Dakota's tyke sister, and also the model for Marc by Marc Jacobs' fall/winter line. <br />
<div closure_uid_6sc58v="509"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJywItL8-wU-EN_AoDevHK82xpmw4yMPnE59dZ9ZBvLeQDo4qAn4UcPlc3DqwrqvdgbJQ8gMqddHLIRDZ0-JjIaQrG8z40jtLvKov9OKe8BrkYyITf5w0qSlzUdUpMGVCQDI-ibwZcx9-Y/s1600/Elle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJywItL8-wU-EN_AoDevHK82xpmw4yMPnE59dZ9ZBvLeQDo4qAn4UcPlc3DqwrqvdgbJQ8gMqddHLIRDZ0-JjIaQrG8z40jtLvKov9OKe8BrkYyITf5w0qSlzUdUpMGVCQDI-ibwZcx9-Y/s320/Elle.jpg" t$="true" width="138" /></a></div></div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="565">She'd be a great model, if I were looking for something to wear on my first day of freshman year. BUT I'M NOT. I'm a grown damned woman, looking to purchase clothes that I can wear to my job, that I can work without having to enforce Child Labor Laws.</div></div><div closure_uid_6sc58v="566">Fashion designers, magazine editors, I implore you, on behalf of women everywhere... please. PLEASE. This isn't avant garde (clearly, since you aren't the only one doing it), this isn't edgy. This is just... stupid. Cast some models who's list of craziest nights don't include "that time when mom let me stay up past 10:30 to wait for Santa."</div></div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-63220891936050221472011-07-30T08:24:00.000-07:002011-07-30T11:04:38.927-07:00Stop Calling My Vagina a Kitty, It's Been Around For Years.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div></div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="323"><div closure_uid_1hocyi="371">I can't seem to get away from the poon this week. I was up last night, suffering a bout of insomnia that I was trying to kill with a bottle of wine, and hoping to find some good infomercials to share with you all. Instead, I came across the "Hail to the V" campaign by Summer's Eve... which I had thought was only an online nightmare. After all, the internet was invented for pussy, right?</div></div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="323"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="323"><div closure_uid_1hocyi="328"><div closure_uid_1hocyi="372">In case you don't know, here's the "Hail to the V" campaign. There used to be more, which included talking hands posing as racially stereotyped vaginas. You'll have to imagine what I'm talking about though, because happily, Summer's Eve removed those ads within two weeks of being posted; likely because the comments on their <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/summerseve#p/u/0/MxW_ZCd64tg">YouTube channel</a> were overwhelmingly negative. Because that's what every woman wants, a talking vagina. IT'S WHIMSICAL, BITCHES!</div></div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="328"><br />
</div></div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="323"><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxW_ZCd64tg?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxW_ZCd64tg?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></object></div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="323"><br />
<div closure_uid_1hocyi="373">So... yeah. I get it, you have a dying product. People don't douche anymore... and I certainly don't feel the need to buy a whole separate soap for my cooter. So why not try the last ditch effort, the shock & awe campaign? The swan song of advertisers... when all else fails, at least get people talking about you. Which is working- I'm writing about you. It still doesn't mean that I'm going to buy your douche. (Side rant: Not buying your product doesn't mean I don't love my vagina. Nice try with the guilt advertising though.)</div><br />
So now Summer's Eve only has one commercial on their YouTube Channel... Men fighting for some tang. They have a point... Helen of Troy. Cleopatra. Guinevere. Well. That last one is fictional, but still. I see where you're going.<br />
<br />
<div closure_uid_1hocyi="374">They also have some favorite videos... which lead me down the rabbit hole (pussy hole?), and I stumbled across this, from <a href="http://thatsvaginal.com/">That'sVaginal.com</a>. Pretty sure this is still Summer's Eve, posing as some random passerby that happens to really love vagina. Just an FYI, don't let the innocuous cat puppet (ugh... kitty) fool you, the site is pretty NSFW. It's a blog all about vaginas... including the <a href="http://thatsvaginal.com/2011/06/vaginal-muse/">vagina mold gallery</a> that someone has created. </div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="374"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="374">I just post it, I don't make it, people.</div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_1hocyi="315"><div closure_uid_1hocyi="323"><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Ss8uUbvprk?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Ss8uUbvprk?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></object></div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="323"><br />
<div closure_uid_1hocyi="443">I don't like puppets, I'm not hugely fond of cats, and hey, using a cat puppet debunks the what you're saying about how you don't like people using euphemisms for vaginas, but I will admit that this guy's voice does make me laugh... and the Georgia O'Keefe reference earned a chortle. </div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="443"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="443">But it does make me wonder, what's up with the whole vaginal pride movement? Do we really need one? My irritation about this comes from the same place that gives me agita about people who spell women "wombyn" and have <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/THE-PERIOD-PARTY/90736499163">Menarche parties</a>. </div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="443"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="443"><div closure_uid_1hocyi="506"><div closure_uid_1hocyi="507">I'm not much of a joiner, and crap like this is the reason why. I don't want to go to some kid's party because she bleeds on a regular basis...LIKE HALF THE POPULATION OF THE PLANET DOES. I also don't want to have a party to watch you <a href="http://www.stfuparentsblog.com/post/95870301/a-few-of-you-have-alerted-me-to-this-sandwich">eat your placenta</a>. If you want to eat what amounts to your own giant scab, be my guest. Just don't include me, and don't be surprised when I am horrified that you've done so if you choose to tell me about it. It's gross. You know it is. </div></div></div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="443"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="443"><div closure_uid_1hocyi="505"><div closure_uid_1hocyi="539">I'm not saying that women shouldn't have pride in themselves, or their femininity. But shouldn't this pride celebrate the power of the female mind, and not the fact that we have functioning reproductive organs? Can I start pride movements for other organs? Because I have a really bitchin' spleen I want you all to know about. </div></div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="505"> </div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="505">Since this is a YouTube kinda post, I'll leave you with this. Happily, the pregnant women that I've been closest to haven't been smug... but I think that's why we're friends in the first place. They haven't lost their goddamned minds, they just had a baby. And I appreciate them for this.</div></div><div closure_uid_1hocyi="443"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tJRzBpFjJS8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
</div></div></div></div></div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-10824176246716598972011-07-28T11:00:00.000-07:002011-07-28T15:21:38.183-07:00I Swear I Don't Look for the Crazy. IT FINDS ME. Or: how the informal nature of social media has killed one's sense of propriety.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_bv1ky7="299"><div closure_uid_4wd6cq="309"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNu2Ke7JkPnlfDSthIvq714b1Uv7V3WULQaISzFKKcDp-1l9aMuFrgqISYO7ewTgD7wFpfb2-bnaRluXx4l1bsVZwo-2L-mI7FwBc_igI0hRqpiYmNdO7TfCioa0JP52A6VAyunzurndeo/s1600/this+one+goes+to+11.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634465034818509042" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNu2Ke7JkPnlfDSthIvq714b1Uv7V3WULQaISzFKKcDp-1l9aMuFrgqISYO7ewTgD7wFpfb2-bnaRluXx4l1bsVZwo-2L-mI7FwBc_igI0hRqpiYmNdO7TfCioa0JP52A6VAyunzurndeo/s400/this+one+goes+to+11.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 224px;" /></a> Wowza. Someone turned the dial all the way up to crazy last night. So... this story has hella long backstory, but it's worth it.</div><br />
Anyway. I'm on the <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/Birvy">Twitter</a>. I also like to eat lunch. So if you use key words in your Tweets <span style="font-size: 78%;">(boobs wang penisy)</span>, people can find you and follow you. So there's a certain restaurant that started following me. It sounded good, so I went to get food from there. I had a little trouble finding the place, had to pass by a homeless dude masturbating TWICE to get there, but fuck it all, I was determined.<br />
<br />
I got there, the guy behind the counter gave me a free cookie and a wink. My, how flattering!<br />
<br />
Got back to the office, tweeted the Homeless Diddler story and Thanks for the Cookie to said restaurant.<br />
<br />
<div closure_uid_4wd6cq="311"><div closure_uid_bv1ky7="298">Suddenly, I had a new follower! It's the cashier. Hey, no problem. Seemed nice. Seems nice in DM's (that's Direct Messages, for the Twitter uninitiated). We flirt via DM for a day or two over the weekend, because that's what the kids do nowadays.</div></div><br />
<div><div closure_uid_bv1ky7="296">Last night, the Twitter is all up in arms about how hot it is. Said restaurant is very excited about the heat. I am not, and decide to tell them so, which starts the DM frenzy with cashier guy again. The following is cut and pasted from my DM feed. Names and avatars have been deleted using my mad photo editing skillz to protect the pervy.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634474823797271778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheL26_uOTqo4nvQoEsLFth7YO-KBA-tb-gI4R2gh76WaYQ3LAm2KuIskmyMCXRI6t7QWVh7f8fd3j7_5uglFr6ItENZbDbz9qqaLkJ9piWOJSyXC5BTM-YqUc0w77EqKpadT981ZJD-5r7/s400/IMG_2342.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /><br />
<div closure_uid_9pgdik="296">***BIRV YOGA BREAK***</div><br />
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMkJGN0sQTUJpn-Kg2McUreqCxkoxpGYWC4nhY0izpF1grh5kyY6U25PZlZgAG9VQLLP8wP6QYJs_6OBnGRHNUWpVpx9LrbprU9OkMrucc4_fqqxjY-_BA2RAeNj3ZDNenh9BC9opsSDrh/s1600/IMG_2341.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634474756348741970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMkJGN0sQTUJpn-Kg2McUreqCxkoxpGYWC4nhY0izpF1grh5kyY6U25PZlZgAG9VQLLP8wP6QYJs_6OBnGRHNUWpVpx9LrbprU9OkMrucc4_fqqxjY-_BA2RAeNj3ZDNenh9BC9opsSDrh/s400/IMG_2341.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdsROVMBk7CP0xNJ4LTC7c04fJYNVPNvr8HcKw4m4DQiDiXa2NTjk9zPGb5Po7mpfpow27bn1Ek10Tt6nDlkL8R7g263MDIPPorb5EPxmwSEESOnE62iE7mB-YmskJQUQC2owxQgQTfZn/s1600/IMG_2340.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634474701309778242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdsROVMBk7CP0xNJ4LTC7c04fJYNVPNvr8HcKw4m4DQiDiXa2NTjk9zPGb5Po7mpfpow27bn1Ek10Tt6nDlkL8R7g263MDIPPorb5EPxmwSEESOnE62iE7mB-YmskJQUQC2owxQgQTfZn/s400/IMG_2340.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 350px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxkpgjCNkegZCGXNqlsAUPeVecTTpPiBJoLYKnh72hEL6T6m0fp7yQuhdLt2g_F1G_z9di2HLm8ZQPBSFF3BPMGCQHHJiYOqg6oi2mq5ZUtgiLIxmslkcmN081nCcpUTUfcpkVkGB0dVh/s1600/IMG_2339.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634476326793729106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxkpgjCNkegZCGXNqlsAUPeVecTTpPiBJoLYKnh72hEL6T6m0fp7yQuhdLt2g_F1G_z9di2HLm8ZQPBSFF3BPMGCQHHJiYOqg6oi2mq5ZUtgiLIxmslkcmN081nCcpUTUfcpkVkGB0dVh/s400/IMG_2339.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br />
<div closure_uid_rgwbmn="296"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_rgwbmn="298"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634474581504149202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUeGIUwgS0CHiiGt4gacMufwuMMttETwIirucYhpWttMxHYW_WEypCsPSzjaO2ftEMat1oO-8EQ9u5_L1O8nJBn2joa_fVFz42K-4Db29XX1ZgcqaH68VV7p6ttECcmMRsy4jea6S4kwnL/s400/IMG_2338.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /><br />
<br />
Tick Tick<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhspcCM59HMvXplVbEsdYkxMkUCrL4Z-7Jm0MWRPctAz5MzTN7JW-xBbqBETCDQO40OhKuFicvCJRCn4g0b8bb65pIKAyzLeIxZf5JyigNih2XvNPWbmqAaTI8lMP5KlfhOO7zsfQ9ZYuEh/s1600/IMG_2337.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634476776718238866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhspcCM59HMvXplVbEsdYkxMkUCrL4Z-7Jm0MWRPctAz5MzTN7JW-xBbqBETCDQO40OhKuFicvCJRCn4g0b8bb65pIKAyzLeIxZf5JyigNih2XvNPWbmqAaTI8lMP5KlfhOO7zsfQ9ZYuEh/s400/IMG_2337.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br />
<div closure_uid_oqqig7="328"><div closure_uid_rgwbmn="299">Tick tick tick</div></div><br />
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYyWfGyPSk0PJWFgokysvxyD6p-gsB-FPNpVD4ExUtMVEPNRiHLyHrkDnbzXNFZ8KzqsfRVrGMbyrYr-jboABSIO4H9C_SkyzJUErEB_4rt0dek6wcjy3Ud8JmCpN10gqzy3tdkvOWxoE/s1600/IMG_2336.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634474461784731858" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYyWfGyPSk0PJWFgokysvxyD6p-gsB-FPNpVD4ExUtMVEPNRiHLyHrkDnbzXNFZ8KzqsfRVrGMbyrYr-jboABSIO4H9C_SkyzJUErEB_4rt0dek6wcjy3Ud8JmCpN10gqzy3tdkvOWxoE/s400/IMG_2336.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br />
<div closure_uid_rgwbmn="300">Tick Tick Tick Tick</div><br />
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22fRgHHoJDVXciTPT_jXzGR5vfBKj_gbAe5vVSq5vp-JQ5SYkUUo31v8z5MkbPTQYWUl25t_DYImONkFcQLtlZSX5h2hwkyyv5uoh8JMs9lipqGcKsw-xugJNDBliw3t6yjKnG-0d-1h1/s1600/IMG_2335.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634474378485643138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22fRgHHoJDVXciTPT_jXzGR5vfBKj_gbAe5vVSq5vp-JQ5SYkUUo31v8z5MkbPTQYWUl25t_DYImONkFcQLtlZSX5h2hwkyyv5uoh8JMs9lipqGcKsw-xugJNDBliw3t6yjKnG-0d-1h1/s400/IMG_2335.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br />
<div closure_uid_oqqig7="308"><span style="font-size: x-large;">BOOM</span></div><br />
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0EjM4JfXtBQj8XUlsEtYYXsDj_wLMcAnvOG2DS_VOakLkohlZA0L0GIAbBQFyVvASAVBX5gIyescfD12sO6XNXIWqhrYESFgsQBP2Ovl74v8HgXBFi4OjsVjGEMfBtTr0P_OlTss4LVs/s1600/IMG_2334.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634474314078077874" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0EjM4JfXtBQj8XUlsEtYYXsDj_wLMcAnvOG2DS_VOakLkohlZA0L0GIAbBQFyVvASAVBX5gIyescfD12sO6XNXIWqhrYESFgsQBP2Ovl74v8HgXBFi4OjsVjGEMfBtTr0P_OlTss4LVs/s400/IMG_2334.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucD6yZlIdzdl6ObFwmmtJJJU2X-b7Wu1m4hoCt_xraK202kZfzStw42I8hST9H4o2q88Ej4JR9VBu0LYcFrWEwEKaUYbUud61VEI9HrBwOp5o_xUVNPRB1y1Oa75RvAGNp4_RikWILpW8/s1600/IMG_2333.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634474244570922594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucD6yZlIdzdl6ObFwmmtJJJU2X-b7Wu1m4hoCt_xraK202kZfzStw42I8hST9H4o2q88Ej4JR9VBu0LYcFrWEwEKaUYbUud61VEI9HrBwOp5o_xUVNPRB1y1Oa75RvAGNp4_RikWILpW8/s400/IMG_2333.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh878_8ctDb33GFYhvbYI6pAorEuJ8dhyphenhyphenPmufoyhyphenhyphen9f5Dx_m9auedOhlZFqnqn7p5HTiS98d-gzwC4NWZfaX-Wpvc-BVcv8JjZk6o4OnvXTtgiux__oHGNeEXrrEz3-mWm_3IZ4aMjA-wJo/s1600/IMG_2343.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634474890911575058" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh878_8ctDb33GFYhvbYI6pAorEuJ8dhyphenhyphenPmufoyhyphenhyphen9f5Dx_m9auedOhlZFqnqn7p5HTiS98d-gzwC4NWZfaX-Wpvc-BVcv8JjZk6o4OnvXTtgiux__oHGNeEXrrEz3-mWm_3IZ4aMjA-wJo/s400/IMG_2343.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<div><div closure_uid_x8fi7z="296"><div closure_uid_cgpq3g="297">So. YEAH. I have a kitty in my pants and baby talk and free food is all it takes to get to see it. Meow.</div><div closure_uid_cgpq3g="297"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cgpq3g="297"><div closure_uid_39akm8="296"><div closure_uid_r1wzib="297"><div closure_uid_g07jur="297">I recognize that I could have ended the conversation sooner, and that this is what some may view as an utterly misguided attempt at flirtation (REALLY, though??). Here's the thing. You've probably read some of my previous posts, and most likely, you know me personally. I'm a robustly foul-mouthed girl, and I have ZERO problem with dirty talk, texts, photos multimedia, smoke signals blahhhhh potato. However, I usually like that sort of messaging to happen some time after the "So, do you like dogs?" level of conversation. Or when our actual real life interaction is something more than me giving you my lunch order. </div></div></div><div closure_uid_39akm8="296"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_39akm8="296"><div closure_uid_r1wzib="298"><div closure_uid_g07jur="307">Questions, yeah sure. I'll answer questions. I wear panties. I've had sex before. However, I can't remember what your face looks like. Let's not start dog-earing pages of the Kama Sutra just yet. </div><div closure_uid_g07jur="307"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_g07jur="307">PS, when you intimate that you're predicating our dating success on the answer I give to how many times I'll fuck you during a week, I lose faith in men as a species and crawl into bed and imagine that Neil Patrick Harris is straight and wouldn't ask me how wet my pussy gets before asking my last name. </div></div></div></div></div><div closure_uid_x8fi7z="296">Awesomely, as I've been cobbling this post together, "My Heart Will Go On" has been playing on the radio. Sheer fucking poetry, I tell you.</div><div closure_uid_x8fi7z="296"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_x8fi7z="296"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTQgK5zZNqsfqpmv2xwjK1Ay4O3KJP4oS-H9uAtjzfpmZLu12IsNeRyikda4kpoj6hnNDmuimXmobjaQTA1aUTbTjWJfxZ3u09sE7CL81a1cA6kHbWX2joR18HlpSMRiv3GlJYPwyPBK-/s1600/fail.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634477682758722114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTQgK5zZNqsfqpmv2xwjK1Ay4O3KJP4oS-H9uAtjzfpmZLu12IsNeRyikda4kpoj6hnNDmuimXmobjaQTA1aUTbTjWJfxZ3u09sE7CL81a1cA6kHbWX2joR18HlpSMRiv3GlJYPwyPBK-/s400/fail.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 306px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-76548183807019569782010-11-10T12:29:00.001-08:002010-11-10T12:39:00.829-08:00What Rock Have I Been Living Under?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5l3xMc45QZiJ8YsnlX87N-yDcEHseOOpMdTQOIrg07A-KYlySaUi6SHtWXCjcYpz33upv-V0ASDTF1MJ7uqwTGpwXM_Okj0GP7HtdARwo-IA6oOv6niEXoqbMI1oZHbyGiTZROvzXjk7/s1600/andrewlincoln-e1289186325531.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538021456544016322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5l3xMc45QZiJ8YsnlX87N-yDcEHseOOpMdTQOIrg07A-KYlySaUi6SHtWXCjcYpz33upv-V0ASDTF1MJ7uqwTGpwXM_Okj0GP7HtdARwo-IA6oOv6niEXoqbMI1oZHbyGiTZROvzXjk7/s400/andrewlincoln-e1289186325531.png" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Why have I not found this website before?? Normally, a blog about handsome men would be something that would practically be beamed into my subconscious upon its first entry, and I would wake from a dead sleep to find it. Somehow, this one missed my radar. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Go visit <a href="http://swoonworthy.net/">Swoonworthy</a>. It'll make your day. I swear.</div><div> </div><div>I know I'm supposed to give you a storytime post, BFF, and I want you to know I'm working on it, but I had to share this. I know you understand.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>PS: That's Andrew Lincoln. I love him, and <em>The Walking Dead</em>, the zombie apocalypse show in which he is currently starring. I really need to get cable.</div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-18230751293062097272010-10-29T08:12:00.000-07:002010-10-29T08:26:34.388-07:00I AM NOT YOUR MONKEY!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZV9aKOr5B3G41WeVDh_-OdQW7wvxq7KUkKWs6AE4lczJFSMvbHL3QjfhZ1qtUk-Lh9UyynAcyDorCSQcHonE56VyUlq5ZMS0wc2ImJbEhE5lSzurAJTWVzKTYcDMM0UrVDkodm4DqksQp/s1600/kennedy.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533486478368319490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZV9aKOr5B3G41WeVDh_-OdQW7wvxq7KUkKWs6AE4lczJFSMvbHL3QjfhZ1qtUk-Lh9UyynAcyDorCSQcHonE56VyUlq5ZMS0wc2ImJbEhE5lSzurAJTWVzKTYcDMM0UrVDkodm4DqksQp/s400/kennedy.JPG" /></a> Here is a picture of Kennedy, wearing part of Big Bro's costume last night. She looks so pissed!!!!<br /><br />Reason #4278 Why Our Family Shouldn't Have Children... Sissy, you may consider living things your own personal dolls, but I couldn't call Child Services on you- this is way too funny to me.<br /><br />I hope everyone has some great Halloween plans this weekend, and if there are any pictures I deem attractive enough, I will happily post some of me as a gnome. I just found out Big Bro is a fairy and Sissy is Peter Pan, so apparently we'll have some gender-queer fairyland going on tomorrow.<br /><div></div><div>Happy Halloween, and may you never cross paths with this terrifying creature.</div><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SPPl31Y4sWE?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SPPl31Y4sWE?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-10175932632067289862010-10-28T14:52:00.000-07:002010-10-28T15:29:25.132-07:00Grab Your Hankies<p><object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnYa9R4N-8c&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnYa9R4N-8c&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object><br /><br />The readers of this blog have surely heard of the <a href="http://www.itgetsbetterproject.com/">It Gets Better Project</a>, which stands up against bullying and advocacy for openly gay teens. </p><p>I love the project, not only for what it can give to young gay people, but really, what it can give to anyone that never fit in. As someone who jokes that her college was where the freaks and geeks of high school finally managed to find somewhere where they could fit in, I think that this project is so important in the digital world, where kids have literally no place where they can get away from their "social status", or whatever you want to call it. Facebook, texting, IM's, Skype, blogs, YouTube... none of this was around when I was in school. It was hard enough then, and I can't even imagine what it must be like to try and create your own self-image while facing constant speculation and judgment of who other people think you're supposed to be.</p><p>So I'm already a huge supporter of It Gets Better, and then this came along, by way of BFF. I made the mistake of watching this at work, and sobbed like a baby. It is so beautiful, and what a powerful message: the song starts with one man, and grows, and grows, and family and friends step in, all to show that it DOES GET BETTER. </p><p>Watch it, watch it again, and then share it.</p>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469666745729351522.post-75389980609313128062010-10-20T10:38:00.000-07:002010-10-20T11:01:01.473-07:00Some Things Really Bring Out the Twelve Year Old In Me.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6D8qM_zU5MLYgzH_7B082jeOfOUmCtjjtpaGhdXOoaEtbK8R4CFzXY2ihdFgMxX_xoou7z5r46fP3m3roIfUvae1xMLyOfNT6jl96qAndbSOdZd-brpBXbQocSZfAdcD0pmTzUxWAgl0/s1600/heehee!.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530184255223204690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6D8qM_zU5MLYgzH_7B082jeOfOUmCtjjtpaGhdXOoaEtbK8R4CFzXY2ihdFgMxX_xoou7z5r46fP3m3roIfUvae1xMLyOfNT6jl96qAndbSOdZd-brpBXbQocSZfAdcD0pmTzUxWAgl0/s400/heehee!.jpg" /></a><br /><div>In my search for awesome quilting fabrics, I came across a really great site for Japanese prints, which are super well made and really, REALLY cute. The nieces, aka the petrie dishes, for their uncanny ability to make me sick every time I see them are getting some of <a href="http://www.superbuzzy.com/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=88_95_120_194">these prints</a> by Heather Ross in my over zealous forays into the world of quilting. The quilt tops are actually turning out pretty nice- you will get photos of them soon... unless they turn out horrible after I quilt them.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>The website is called <a href="http://www.superbuzzy.com/">SuperBuzzy</a>, and I love their variety. I also love that they posted this photo of this note pad, which puts a whole new spin on Little Red Riding Hood, don't you think? I am totally going to get this notepad- I totally hope that the story continues in this poorly translated form throughout the whole thing. It adds to how damned cute the pictures are, in my opinion.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>BFF- I already know what you're thinking, and STOP. You aren't allowed to buy yourself anything from this website. I've got you covered, love. </div>Birvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13131051934781607548noreply@blogger.com0